She cried

She approached the heavy black main door at the bottom of the stairs with a deep breath. It was the first door she would open, the first thing she would be able to manipulate in over 12 hours. A sign of freedom she had longed for weeks to give up. Almost exactly half a day earlier, losing this freedom had been exactly what had happened, the moment the had stepped through this door. And now as she faced this very boundary to regain her normal self, she hesitated for a moment, one breath, no more, but also no less.

When she emerged on the other side, any observer would have seen a friendly girl, confident, looking a bit younger than her late 20s. Black hair and her eyes gave her Asian roots away. Her knee-long yellow skirt, the blue Doc Martens, the black faux leather jacket, her outfit was neither cheap nor overpriced, but always a bit out there unusual.

With a steady pace, she took a left and walked towards the main road. If her gait had been reluctant for the first half dozen steps all that was gone in seconds.

Trying out the new uniform [Mf] [titfuck] [swimsuits] [coach] [nothing weird]

“I don’t understand,” I said, looking at Vera’s swimsuit, trying not to stare at the large swell of her chest, the shape of her nipples clearly defined as they poked through the thin material. “How is this an improvement, exactly? And what is that hole for?”

Vera grinned at me. “Our uniforms are too old-fashioned,” she said, her brunette hair cropped short into a cute style, cute but also an easy fit into a swim cap.

Her grin widened, “You don’t like this new style? I think this new design has a lot going for it.” She arched her back and looked down, modeling the swimsuit, showing off the colors and pattern, and again I had to force myself to ignore the swell of her breasts. I’d never seen Vera in street clothes, and our swim team uniforms worked to flatten and streamline the swimmer’s body. But with her back arched, it was taking a lot of effort me to to ignore how large her breasts really were.

Vera looked relaxed — this was her second year on the team — sitting across from me in my office in the athletics building. As assistant swim coach, I didn’t have the most luxurious space, but at least I didn’t have to share an office.

☀Haciendo el amor❤

Luis Angel is a mysterious man.
He has traveled all across the ? world.
He holds many trades… Very intelligent.. And has valuable survival skills. Its such a sexy mixture.
He is alluring… Very alluring..

Reina Alvarez gazed at him as she bit her bottom lip.
She wondered why and how but that soon shifted.
The way those sunglasses looked on him…his sunkissed skin… His aura of confidence… The way he was laying back on his elbows in the sand…
She melted inside.
Luis smiled mischievously at her.
She sneered “What’s going through your mind?” He was definitely up to no good.
Luis picked her up and slung her over his shoulder and ran to the salty ? shores. Reina was in a raging fit of giggles and laughter.
She couldn’t fight him on it so she just let go.
He then had her in his arms bridal style.
The ? water was cool. It engulfed her being.
After being in the sun so long… They were refreshed.
The giggles and laughter subsided.
They were calm.
They were finally home.

First Time [M/F] [virgin]

She hovered over him, teasing him with her pussy lips as she felt his cock harden with arousal and anticipation in the palm of her hand.

“Wait…” he breathed. “…I need to put on a…”

“Too late.” She giggled, lowering herself, inch by delicious inch, down his throbbing manhood.

He gasped and threw his head back, smacking it against the headrest as he gripped the armrest and the door handle – anything to keep him from cumming too soon.

But in the end it was futile. His will was at her command.

She leaned forward in his head and whispered, “Oh…”

He bucked. His hips shot up, slamming into her cunt so hard, his zipper left a cut on her inner thigh. His orgasm took him to the peak then plunged him down with a gasp into a loop of ecstasy. Cords strained out in his neck as her pussy milked him for more.

When she had, had enough of him, she lifted herself up, letting her vagina spit his semen back into his lap.

How my roommate[F] and I[F] discovered our kink for things that are rather wet!

Hello everyone! Being back home from college and locked down in quarantine has made me sexually frustrated beyond belief. So I thought Reddit might be the next best thing since masturbating is getting a bit boring.

This is how I got into water sports and some other kinks! First off I thought I’d describe myself a little — I’m a dirty blonde bisexual/sapphic (v strong lean towards girls), 34C pierced nips (not at the time of kink discovery though), a cute tight decently sized ass, and a nice body that I owe to tennis/cardio.

It was a month into freshmen year (she was 18 and I was 18) of college and my roommate and I, let’s call her Sarah, came home drunk one night. She didn’t want to use the bathroom since our RA actually did rounds late at night so she used a water bottle w/ a funnel instead as did I. Our curiosity got the better of us when we loved how warm the bottles got and decided to pour a little of our own piss on the other — the feeling and smell got us wet af.

[M] [F] the vacation part 1 [ADULTERY] [CHEATING]

Part 1

When it came time for the family vacation, my wife and I extended the invitation to our friends.  This trip was no different, besides my family; we had 3 friends going with us;  Amy, married couple Tom and Sandy, and my Mother In law. One big group on a cruise someplace warm and tropical with blue water and flowing drinks.  It was going to be a great trip everyone was excited to go and I was secretly extra excited for one specific reason Amy. Amy and I had especially good chemistry and I was looking forward to spending some time with her as part of our group of friends. We boarded the ship, the weather was warm, the boat was crowded with tourist bodies all pushing to get their adventure started so we all headed up to Deck 7 where all our rooms were. Luckily they were booked right next to each other, and as I got my mother in law settled and my family piled into our room Amy walked by our door and asked if I could help her with her luggage. Being the gentleman that I am, I let my wife know that I would be back in a few minutes to help Amy with her bags and I walked down the hall toward her room.  I instinctively follow her in to see how I can help but she stops and is suddenly standing against me. She looks at me fully taking me in and I find myself doing the same. We are so close together I can feel the warmth coming from her skin begging me to reach out and touch her. I intake a breath to say something and she retreats back towards her bed. I follow but decidde to go sit on the couch across from her, she looks at me and asks, 

Defenseless Against the Dark Arts Professor.

“You’re out after curfew, Mrs. Granger.” Professor Snape stood in the hallway appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Hermione stiffened trying not to show just how much he startled her.

“Yes, I…”

“There are no excuses, Mrs. Granger. There are…” Severus Snape’s eyes bore into her with an intense glare. “…dangers after dark. The rules haven’t changed, even for you, Mrs. Granger.”

“Well I assure you, Professor, that I can take care of myself.” Her chin held high in pride. She already graduated at the top of her class and had confidence that she could handle whatever came her way.

“As you wish, Mrs. Granger. If you’d be so kind as to follow me.” Snape turned on his heel and strode back down the hallway. His footsteps echoed along the stone corridor as he hadn’t even bothered to check if she would follow. Of course she would. Even now, she couldn’t disobey a teacher. Once a student…always a student.

“Professor Snape, I really must be going. I have to…to.” Professor Snapes stride didn’t falter and she nearly jogged to keep up with him. She could tell arguing would be useless.

Delicate wrists [d/s] [rough sex] [cum] [dirty talk] [lockdown]

She started working at the store on the corner during the lockdown. I hadn’t seen her around before and figured she was stuck at home now the universities were closed. She could have been anywhere between eighteen and twenty. She wore her dirty blond hair loose and shoulder length, in bouncy half frizz. She had a nose piercing. She wore grungy clothes that were a bit too large and seemed to hide her frame: dungarees, big t-shirts and shorts, sometimes a headscarf. She might not have even seen the nineties but if she had she would have fit right in.

It was her wrists. I noticed them when she gave me my change. Small, pale, a tattoo of a tiny star. Her fingers were light, delicate, and they brushed my palm when she gave me my change. Our eyes met. She blushed. It was one of those blushes where the meaning is not far below the surface. A look that starts a path from here to the inevetable.

So I kept going back to the store.

It was a quiet afternoon. As I turned to go I said

First sex after our baby was born [MF]

My wife (32f) gave birth to our son back in April. During delivery she tore a little so had to have stitches and we couldn’t have sex for a while. She went to her doctor’s appt about a month and a half ago and got the go ahead that things were all systems go again, but our son was our third kid so home life has been pretty hectic. We have a two and half year old girl who sleeps in our bed every night because we honestly got tired of fighting with her every night at bedtime since we are already sleep deprived with our new baby.

This passed weekend, we were in Florida staying with family for the 4th and had been drinking one night. Our daughter slept in her cousins room so we only had our son in the room we were sleeping in, so when we went to bed, I was laying beside her on my phone, she was going to sleep. I was rubbing her shoulder and her back, and she ended up turning on her back to where her boob was now where her shoulder was before.

Rare and Special Editions [MF] [gloryhole] [oral]

The bell above the door chimed cheerily as you stepped into the bookstore. It’s a cozy place, with faded carpeting, books stacked beside overflowing shelves, handmade signs noting genres. You glimpse an orange tail of a cat disappear behind the Mystery shelf. Every inch of the small store seems infused with care and love.

You’ve always liked bookstores, and this is a particularly nice one.

“Can I help you?”

You startle, glancing to your right and seeing a young woman perched on a stool, tucked behind an outdated cash register and precarious stacks of used books. There’s an obscenely large book open on her knees, more a door stopper than a novel. She has a smattering of freckles splashed across her nose, and offers you a polite smile.

“The, uh, rare and special editions section?” You asked, like you had been told.

The clerk blinked, bright eyes looked you up and down, and her smile widened.

“In the back, to your left,” she said, and nodded through the narrow aisles. “First door past the bathroom.”